reality

I will escape

and float out

not up, maybe down

falling and falling but then flying

past the lovely and the broken and the damned

past where they all meet in the middle

past what even my imagination cannot comprehend

past my dreams

only to wake up

crying a single tear

to find I'm still here.

This poem is about: 
Me

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